Title: And You Could Smell The Whiskey Burning
Rating: R
Pairing: Ellen/Sayid
Words: 940
Summary:
>What stands out to her isn’t his clothing (too refined, too pricey, too new) and it isn’t his features either (dark skin, definitely Arab, foreign accent, a better grammar than most people Ellen usually talks to); what stands out, is that he orders MacClutcheon’s.Spoilers: general S2 for SPN and S4 for Lost. The timeline is probably kind of wrong but bear with me.
Disclaimer: Neither Lost nor SPN are mine, sadly for me and my bank account.
A/N: originally written for the fic battle at
lostsquee for the prompt whiskey. And the pairing was too made of awesome. Title stolen from Steve Earle.
( Ellen hasn’t seen someone looking so dead since Dean the day after he sold his soul, and who knows if this guy hasn’t sold his, too? )Title: Sympathy For The Devil
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Lucifer/Man in black (which kinda becomes Lucifer/War), implied Jacob/Man in black
Words: 1280
Summary:
“I was waiting for you,” the real devil says as you finally stand in front of him again.Spoilers: SPN: up until 5x02. For Lost: through S6, even though they're sort of general and nothing specific.
Disclaimer: Neither Lost nor SPN are mine, sadly for me and my bank account.
A/N: originally written for
toestastegood for the
five acts meme, for the prompts reunion, rough sex and hand holding. Which considering the two people involved might seem a weird combo but eee. ;) Second person POV. Title from the Rolling Stones, obv., but I have no imagination, as previously stated.
( You snort and try not to pay attention; after all, it’s just a vessel. And even if it has the face of the person who kept you there since Lucifer first fell, you can let a grudge go. )